I lost my uncle on 28th of September to COVID-19 within three weeks of my grandma’s passing.
When I lost my grandma on September 9th, I thought I still had him.
If I don’t watch out, I’ll slip
Slide down the rabbit hole
And not find my way up
So, I hold on desperately
To a branch I’ve known
Smooth is its bark
Sturdy, easiest to hold
so I think
This morning my husband and I went for a walk just after the rains. There was nobody out there but us. I had not carried my mobile phone so I could not take any pictures. But this is how I felt. I hope the words reach you despite the absence of pictures. Here’s the poem…
Today, our optional prompt challenges you to write a poem based on a “walking archive.” What’s that? Well, it’s when you go on a walk and gather up interesting thing – a flower, a strange piece of bark, a rock. This then becomes your “walking archive” – the physical instantiation of your walk. If you’re…
I haven’t written a post in a long time. It could mean one of two things or both, a) I have been busy being entertained with little or no time to spend behind a computer, punching keys despite my love for it or b) I have been neck-deep battling life’s daily trials and both my…